Floor 67

Dark October drifting past us
 Sheets of rain that hum and drum
 On this panoramic window
 While the grammophone plays "Stormy Weather" again
 And the winds that howl and holler
 Like a lost and lonely beast
 While this empty high-rise shivers
 But for floor 67 where you and I sleep
 The empty cabana
 The wolves by the pool-side
 The hawks in the grand foyer
 And raggedy children
 Who play after sundown
 In cars that are all stripped bare
 We are stocked and under lock
 an ice machine, a movie screen
 And drinks to last us 'til the end
 Sobriety is not a friend
 This was once a proud endeavour
 Builders reaching for the sky
 Now there's nothing here that lingers
 But the cold, hollow cries of a market that died
 But we stayed on through the winter
 As the empire crashed and burned
 And we heard the world grow quiet
 And the voice on the radio said its goodbye
 A wonderful vista
 An endless siesta
 So high up above it all
 On floor 67
 We danced in our heaven
 While you watched the curtain fall